I forgot the best part about the throw-up story!

So, as we are pulling into my driveway in M/N's car, there a guy with a clipboard walking up the driveway (ostensibly selling something). We stop the car and I said out the window, "Hey, this isn't really a good time for us!".

And he kept walking up the driveway.

And then I opened the door and got out (you can imagine what I looked like) and said, "We've got other things going on right now!".

And he kept walking up the driveway.

So, I pointed to my clothes and said, "This is puke!" [Sorry about the word, yuck]

And he said, "So you don't want a free paint estimate?"